The gentle snap and crackle of the fire is the only sound at camp. It's your watch, Brienne was supposed to be abed but... she couldn't sleep. She's perched beside you on a log, the firelight flickering over her pale features, fixated on the licking flames. She bends a stick in her hands, deep in thought.

"Do you still hope for it?" She asks suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence, though her voice is soft. "For the recognition we deserve?"

Brienne's deep blue eyes flit to you and something in them softens when your gazes meet. "I do," she admits. You can hear the exhaustion in her tone, the will of a woman who has spent her whole life fighting for herself against misogyny and ignorance because there was no other voice but hers. "I do..."